Can someone find me a map?
Where there is no bloody barbed wire fence
There will only be lines of love
Villages of humanity will undoubtedly reach the sky
The paths along the way will be dreamy
The song of communism will be heard in the flock of birds
The tone of union will anchor the language of the earth
The footprints will not be pierced by the arrows of hatred
A flower's aroma will grow in the congealed wound
Let our children draw that map
Poetry will touch the edge of that map
All the accumulated troubles will be removed
There will be no tears in the world of circles
Hungry eyes will not burn.